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November 01, 2019
Cosmos
The Cosmos Club. My grandfather’s retreat. The scene of my wedding. The place of definitions. You needed way more than money to get in here. Way. Thanks, Grandpop. I still miss you. I’m still trying to get it right. I will.
Posted by JD Hull at November 1, 2019 11:38 PM
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